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Wednesday 8 August 2007 | someone left a cookie
Although the truth is, I barely do. If I don’t blog at least a paragraph, I may start spontaneously bleeding from the eyeballs. Who knew not writing would render me so unwell? Probably everyone but me.
Right now I’m sitting desnuda at my desk, sweating lightly; we keep it about 85º in the house and still […]
read ‘“I remember me” (the innocence mission)’
Thursday 2 August 2007 | someone left a cookie
My blog is worth $2,822.70.
How much is your blog worth?
read ‘oh well (more after the first week of zombie brain-eating ends tomorrow)’
Thursday 2 August 2007 | 3 cookies in the jar
Unnarrator: So I just wanted to thank you for what you said earlier—about teaching not being our first priority, and about our having different perspectives on it from the comp program instructors. Because right now, being in this training? Frankly, it feels like zombies are eating my brain.
Creative Writing Program Director: Well, zombies are eating […]
read ‘so why, she demanded, is teacher camp *kicking my ass*?’
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I suppose that the inferiority of the teachers of [English] is largely due to the fact that they are recruited from the lower moiety of pedagogical aspirants. The more ambitious fellows tackle something that seems more recondite, and hence better worth knowing. [...] The stupider fellow turns to something that is easier and more obvious, which is to say, to the language that every "educated" man is presumed to know, and the books he is presumed to have read....But in English even the higher ranks of professors tend to be inferior to those of any other faculty. The papers printed in [the journals] seldom show any professional competence or contribute anything worth knowing to the subject. For the most part they consist wholly of dull pedantries—attempts to establish the dates of some forgotten poet, investigations of the stealings of one obscure author from another, elaborate statistical inquiries into weak endings, and so on and so on. [...] The men who actually know something always know the difference between something and nothing, but the professors of English seem to be largely unaware of it....they devote themselves ardently to irrelevant trivia about the writers of the past, many of them existing today only as flies embalmed in the amber of text-books.
—HL Mencken
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